The Washer is Dead.

The Washer is Dead.

Yeah, the repairman said it was fine, and it worked OK for a couple of weeks. Yesterday it was making the most horrible screeching sounds, so today I threw in a load of rags, and we went from horrible screeching to nails down a blackboard screeching. By the time I noticed the smell, the tub had filled with smoke. I opened the lid, and you’d think the washer was a car with a blown radiator. What a mess. The kids took the rags out, I got the water out with the shop vac. A new washing machine is arriving Saturday, and it is not a Maytag or a Whirlpool or an Amana (all manufactured by whirlpool now.) I’m not buying American because the American products suck. So there. The new machine is a Bosch front-loader, which will help with the electric bill, too, because it spins more moisture out. That’s good, because we still have a Maytag dryer, which is electric and takes forever and costs a fortune to run. When it dies, its replacement will not be an American product, either, unless something changes dramatically and quality becomes a priority. I’m not going to hold my breath waiting for that.